Once, I wanted to be a good person

He searched for half an hour.

Fang Ze finally arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Ancient Street.

After standing at the entrance for a while, Fang Ze went in, after paying a full 4000 Lini, he obtained a set of ordinary clothes and entered Qingfeng Ancient Street.

After strolling around Qingfeng Ancient Street for a few loops, he declined two beggar girls who grabbed his leg begging for food and threw away an embroidered ball that was thrown at him. Finally, following the hints given by Director Pang, Fang Ze found a bun shop.

Though it's called a bun shop, it's actually a specially set-up shop in Qingfeng Ancient Street.

First, to enhance the sense of immersion, and second, to provide a place for guests visiting Qingfeng Ancient Street to rest, eat, and take a break.

When Fang Ze arrived, the bun shop already had quite a few customers seated.

He approached a table and sat down, then looked around the environment before finally setting his eyes on the bun shop owner.

The bun shop owner was a man in his forties, broad and sturdy, with a fierce face full of horizontal flesh. Stay connected through empire

When Fang Ze saw him, he was frowning, holding a boning knife, and chopping meat filling.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of the boning knife chopping on the cutting board was somewhat terrifying.

Therefore, the customers all sat far away from him.

Fang Ze observed for a while, then walked forward and greeted him, "Hello, boss."

Seeing Fang Ze approaching, the bun shop owner kept moving as if he hadn't seen anything, not even lifting his head, continuing to play his role.

Fang Ze stretched out his right hand towards him.

There was a black eye painted on his right hand. Together with his hand, it formed the totem of the Rejuvenation Society.

The bun shop owner's actions remained unchanged.

Then Fang Ze said, "Wake the hammer dragon silk already."

Although it was a sentence composed of meaningless words, the bun shop owner stopped his actions.

He looked Fang Ze up and down and asked, "Pang?"

Fang Ze nodded.

The bun shop owner "thudded" the knife into the cutting board and then nodded towards Fang Ze, "Come in."

Having said this, he picked up his apron and, while wiping his greasy hands, walked towards the back room.

Fang Ze followed him silently.

Although there were not many people in the bun shop, there were still some.

Especially since the two men's actions were not very discreet, some people noticed.

And seeing Fang Ze say something to the bun shop owner, do something, and then the bun shop owner leading Fang Ze into the room, they were all a bit shocked!

"Holy crap!? This bun shop can actually trigger a plot?!"

And upon thinking of the bun shop owner's burly appearance, they couldn't help but swallow nervously...

"But... isn't it a bit too intense?"

.....

Following the bun shop owner, they came to the back room.

While observing the equally well-made, antique setting of the room, Fang Ze curiously asked, "Isn't meeting here a bit too conspicuous?"

Just as he said this, the bun shop owner threw a silver token to him.

Fang Ze almost didn't catch it, then caught it in a fluster. Then he heard the bun shop owner say, "It's not conspicuous. Because, I originally have a side plot."

Fang Ze: ....

The bun shop owner said, "This is a reward for triggering my side plot. Qingfeng Silver Plaque."

"In the plot setting, it's the token of the secret spy agency of the court."

"So with it, except for the top Oiran, the Princess of the Fallen Country, you can pick any girl by just showing the token and take her away."

"But it can only be used once."

"Because, after a spring night, the girl will ask you for a token of love. This token will be taken away."

Fang Ze was surprised for a moment.

The completeness of this plot!

This shop owner is a wonder!

But... this token must also be no simple thing.

He had heard a scruffy man say, any identity in Qingfeng Ancient Street has its price.

With such an exclusive privilege as "free choice of all," it must be worth a fortune, right?!

Looking at the exquisite patterns on the token in his hand, Fang Ze suddenly became curious and couldn't help asking, "Is there, in Qingfeng Ancient Street, a girl deeply trapped in the land of fireworks but remains pure, specially waiting for someone destined to rescue her?"

The bun shop owner indifferently said, "There are. You can have any kind of plot you want. It can also be custom-made for you."

Fang Ze: ....

He coughed once and said, "Not a plot. I mean for real."

"For example, a girl who comes from a difficult family background, forced to drift here, but on her first day at work, remains pure and unsullied."

"Or an Oiran, talented and skilled, who only sells her talents and not her body. Waiting for someone destined."

The bun shop owner looked at Fang Ze weirdly, "Have you been watching too much TV?"

"What place is this? A place for pleasure-seeking."

"Owners train them to make money, not to indulge them."

"Most people here have been developed and trained before they arrived. Even a top courtesan wasn't a top courtesan on her first day; she rose from when she was unpopular."

"Even if it's a supreme beauty, early training begins. Would the owner not taste it first? Would he specifically save it for you?"

Fang Ze: ....

Fang Ze was disappointed.

Sure enough, TV dramas are all misleading.

He felt the token in his hand was also meaningless now.

Thinking this, he put away his playful heart and started talking about serious matters.

He said, "Pang Men told me, after I find you, you would tell me what to do next...."

........

Meanwhile, in Emerald City, Governing Hall, a luxurious office.

A person was reporting to another man dressed in azure and purple noble attire,

"Your Excellency. Bai Zhi's application has been officially approved by the state. It will be issued tomorrow."

"At that time, the Security Bureau will form two teams, each led by Gu Qing and her, to handle the matters of the Flower Morning Festival."

"Along with it, the rank of her troublesome new subordinate has also been officially confirmed—after Bai Zhi's vehement advocacy, it remains unchanged: Second Grade Commissioner."

The man in noble attire nodded slightly, then asked, "What do you think of his metalloids?"

"Can he really pose a threat to us?"